Decision!
I've decided!
I am... insane. Yeah. But at least... happily insane, now? Also, I've never known anyone who eats as much huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
ahem. Sorry. Broken u key. What I meaaaant to say was: I 've never known someone who eats as much hummus as me. Not sure what that says about me, but its actually gotten to the point where it annoys Caitlin cuz the room always smells like hummus.
You know, you never think about how many words actually have a u in them until the key starts being fresh. I was supposed to get hashbrowns with my sammich from dunkin donuts and i didn't get it. I can has hazzbroons now plz?
Oh those cats. They're beyond an obsession now. Chrissy, have you ever heard of Masha Qrella? Or... oh man, I didn't get the spelling of this one. Uhm... Morchiba? Just looked it up. Morcheeba. Mr. D (Most Beautiful 3rd Grade Teacher Ever) put on music while the kids were at lunch and it was AWESOME so i got the names but I don't wanna buy their music if you have it and can... ahem... givetomeplz?
SPEAKING OF M.B.3.G.T.E. (gotta think of a better name for him), his wife came to class yesterday with his kids because of the halloween party. This is the wife I try to pretend doesn't exist so I can wear low cut shirts and flirt shamelessly (which I'm actually most of the time way too exhausted to do, considering I have to wake up at five... but I have very flirtatious conversations with him in my head!). But she caaame. And she's preeetty. And her children are possibly the most adorable creatures I've ever seen. Ever. And they even have cool names. And they were dressed up as Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. So now I'll picture Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and Pretty Wife glaring at me every time I have a flirty thought about Mr. D. Damn.
I suppose I can always fall back on the new guys at work. This is referring to the twenty eight year old and the twenty six year old who talk about me Turkish and stand way too close to me and get their friends to come in and take pictures of me behind the counter. And who tell me that "we have decided that you are... wery wery cute. You are... what do American's say? Wery hot." I told Carlos this and he freaked out, gave them a long lecture in his Portugese-tinted English about sexual harrassment and leaving the women in the workplace alone and behaving themselves because they are in America now, and there's laws about this sort of thing. I was like oooh maaan. I have to train these people. I'm not a fan of Tuesdays.
At least life isn't boring. And I have something to do on my Thursday night! Usually, Caitlin goes to her sorority meetings and I read at Starbucks until they kick me out to close. But today, I am actually socializing with people I met in London! I know, I know, gasp gasp and all that, but SHE CAN BE TAUGHT.
And she needs to get to class. So uhm... bai.
I am... insane. Yeah. But at least... happily insane, now? Also, I've never known anyone who eats as much huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
ahem. Sorry. Broken u key. What I meaaaant to say was: I 've never known someone who eats as much hummus as me. Not sure what that says about me, but its actually gotten to the point where it annoys Caitlin cuz the room always smells like hummus.
You know, you never think about how many words actually have a u in them until the key starts being fresh. I was supposed to get hashbrowns with my sammich from dunkin donuts and i didn't get it. I can has hazzbroons now plz?
Oh those cats. They're beyond an obsession now. Chrissy, have you ever heard of Masha Qrella? Or... oh man, I didn't get the spelling of this one. Uhm... Morchiba? Just looked it up. Morcheeba. Mr. D (Most Beautiful 3rd Grade Teacher Ever) put on music while the kids were at lunch and it was AWESOME so i got the names but I don't wanna buy their music if you have it and can... ahem... givetomeplz?
SPEAKING OF M.B.3.G.T.E. (gotta think of a better name for him), his wife came to class yesterday with his kids because of the halloween party. This is the wife I try to pretend doesn't exist so I can wear low cut shirts and flirt shamelessly (which I'm actually most of the time way too exhausted to do, considering I have to wake up at five... but I have very flirtatious conversations with him in my head!). But she caaame. And she's preeetty. And her children are possibly the most adorable creatures I've ever seen. Ever. And they even have cool names. And they were dressed up as Tinkerbell and Peter Pan. So now I'll picture Peter Pan and Tinkerbell and Pretty Wife glaring at me every time I have a flirty thought about Mr. D. Damn.
I suppose I can always fall back on the new guys at work. This is referring to the twenty eight year old and the twenty six year old who talk about me Turkish and stand way too close to me and get their friends to come in and take pictures of me behind the counter. And who tell me that "we have decided that you are... wery wery cute. You are... what do American's say? Wery hot." I told Carlos this and he freaked out, gave them a long lecture in his Portugese-tinted English about sexual harrassment and leaving the women in the workplace alone and behaving themselves because they are in America now, and there's laws about this sort of thing. I was like oooh maaan. I have to train these people. I'm not a fan of Tuesdays.
At least life isn't boring. And I have something to do on my Thursday night! Usually, Caitlin goes to her sorority meetings and I read at Starbucks until they kick me out to close. But today, I am actually socializing with people I met in London! I know, I know, gasp gasp and all that, but SHE CAN BE TAUGHT.
And she needs to get to class. So uhm... bai.